. . . to go upstairs and have a shower and do something with my hair. I think having short hair was so much easier but, having got this far (think ear length) I'm loathe to cut it off in case I want it long again. Am so hard to please.
Today we had Oscar's Awesome Burgers for dinner. Apparently me, D and Arthur are the only ones who find them awesome now. Even the creator has decided that they're just 'alright'. This is the worst thing about having kids. The constant cooking. Trying to find something everyone will eat. I have a rule that if you don't eat what's put in front of you you simply don't eat. So, everyone, excluding me, D and Arthur left the table only to be found mooching around 2 hours later cramming choc spread sambos into their gobs. AAAAAGH. No one said it was this much of a pain in the arse.
Also, this has been prompted by an ad on the telly, does anyone EVER manage to deliver up a perfect square of lasagne? When I do it I can never get it out of the dish so it ends up slopped onto whomever's plate. Pasta, sauce and cheese all over the place whereas on telly it's a perfectly solid piece of lasagne. Hhmmm, methinks there is trickery afoot.
Last night in bed Arthur asked me what 'last but not least' means. Can anyone please tell me????? Everytime I learn one thing they ask me something else. I understand dark matter but can't explain commonly used sayings. Damn.
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